When The Moon Hides Her Crown (Seraphina) by Pooja novel Chapter 293

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW

As the New Moon approached, a heavy silence descended upon the entire werewolf realm. The people from Elysium Haven and the temple could feel the unease radiating from their Queen, yet they were forced to remain quiet, helpless in their uncertainty. They could only watch the night unfold, knowing that something was terribly wrong, but powerless to act.

Even Petal’s rabbit, usually at her side, remained unusually distant, avoiding the bedroom. It was as if the very air had changed. But Petal was nowhere near Elysium Haven or the temple. She stood in the flower garden, staring out at the cliff, the soft sound of the river cascading below filling the quiet night.

Suddenly, her body jerked violently. The fourth nail had been struck, deep in the Blackpine Forest, signaling the start of something irreversible. Slowly, Petal turned to find herself in a vast, dark hall. Ryker stood there, as usual, dressed in black, his expression twisted into a smirk.

“I see you were waiting,” he said, his eyes moving over her in that predatory, consuming way. “I guess it’ll work, since I’m going to tear them apart.” Behind him, a swirling circle of black fire appeared.

“Now, let’s go,” Ryker said, striding toward her, his hand coiling around her waist, pulling her close. “I can’t wait anymore.” He grabbed her wrist, dragging her into the circle.

The moment Petal stepped into the circle, she could feel the dark magic pulse through her, heavy and oppressive. Her gaze lifted to the dark balcony, where the female Alphas were forced to kneel, their heads bowed in submission. Behind them, shadows stirred, waiting to strike.

“Eyes only on me,” Ryker growled, his voice low and commanding.

Petal met his gaze, locking onto him as he smirked, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “There’s no such thing as vows in my world,” he continued, his tone cold and final. “Only commitment and truth. Then you will be tied to me forever.”

He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. “I will go first.” He slid open his palm, letting his blood drip into the circle. “I, Ryker Wraithe, the King of Dark Magic,” he began, his eyes never leaving hers, “will be the only person you choose, forever, Blood Petal. If you ever dare to betray me…I will hunt you, even if I turn to ash.”

His words echoed through the dark hall, the fire in the circle flaring as if confirming his truth.

“You are the only woman I will ever accept. My Luna. My Queen.” He made another cut to his palm, the blood adding to the fire’s intensity. “I never planned to let these female Alphas go,” he said with a smile, a twisted satisfaction in his voice. The sound of their bodies hitting the ground filled the room, a sharp echo followed by the slick smile of their blood on the floor.

Ryker looked back at Petal, the smile never leaving his face. “This will be your first punishment for daring to reject me.”

Petal stood, the weight of his words and actions sinking into her. She could feel the bond between them growing tighter, chains forged in dark magic and blood. She was trapped.

“Now it’s your turn, my little flower,” Ryker said, his voice low and commanding as he slid her palm into position. “You can never get out of this circle without making a commitment and speaking your truth. So don’t even think about escaping. You are mine now.”

Petal’s eyes flickered down to her palm, and she took a steadying breath before starting, “I, Blood Petal, the goddess of my protectors and Queen of my realm…” She lifted her gaze to meet his, her voice unwavering, “will always protect my people from evil.” Her commitment echoed softly through the dark hall.

“Protect who?” Ryker chuckled darkly, his voice laced with bitterness. “The people you just committed to protecting are dead.” He took a step closer, his fury rising, “You’ve just wasted your commitment for those dead bodies! You’ve lost!” His eyes blazed with an unrestrained rage.

“I don’t think so,” Petal murmured, her voice calm, almost too calm.

Ryker cocked an eyebrow, intrigued by her composure. His gaze flicked past her, up to the balcony where the she-wolves’ bodies were now merged into one. The twisted form of a she-wolf lay there, her throat torn open, yet somehow, she looked different. It was Aran. And standing beside him in the shadows…Silas.

Ryker’s expression shifted from anger to disbelief. “You played with me.” His eyes widened as realization dawned.

Percy never captured the real female Alphas. They were always Aran and Silas.

Silas killed Aran for real until Ryker’s dark magic confirmed it and then he dragged Aran back to life.

“I’ve just started,” Petal said, her voice dripping with quiet confidence. She smiled faintly, cutting her palm, letting the blood fall. “I lied when I said I loved you.”

Ryker froze, his hand still clutching her arm, his grip tightening. “Impossible,” he growled, his voice full of disbelief. “You can’t lie in the dark smoke.”

“Maybe I wasn’t thinking about you at that moment,” Petal replied coolly, leaving Ryker stunned.

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